"Yeah, pretty much..." Jo trailed off and closed the refrigerator door, beer in hand, and wandered out to the living room. The sight of his wounded hand still made her stomach twist and her heart ache more than just a little. She hated seeing anyone she cared for hurt, but Dean was one of those people that it bothered Jo more than anything else. If only she'd been there to stop him, but she hadn't been. He said he was going out and she'd given him space because deep down, she knew she'd want space too, but now she wished she'd pushed just a bit harder to come with. Not that it mattered now, his hand was mangled and you couldn't change the past. Her eyes shifted to the empty seat next to him and it was, instantly, the safer choice, but she pushed it aside and instead opted for something a bit bolder. The blond hunter plopped down in his lap.
Gently, Jo slipped the cold beer into his good hand. "Hey, you can always go rest in the bedroom. I'll make you something. I promise it won't be peanut butter and jelly either", she offered and a small smile. "And you can even sleep in the bed and eat there too." Truthfully, she wanted him near her all the time. Like he wanted to protect her, Jo wanted the exact same thing and she just felt safer when his arms were around her rather then just hearing him snore from a place on the floor. "And stay there...with me." The seriousness of her voice automatically prompted a bit of a teasing grin. "You know, just to keep an eye on you and all."